Talking to my son, I recalled one very clever cat I had a glimpse of many years ago. The mistress of the cat was rich, cultured, hospitable, kind but her blind spot was her beloved cat.
I was invited to her mansion in a surburb of Lexington as the foreign visitor of her cousin's family over that Christmas and new year period. I still remember that was the very first time I had a chance to eat a French hen as an entree of lunch. Her house was well decorated with good taste showing it was old money.
This much talked about cat was the apple of Madame's eyes. However, the Master had nothing good to say about it. As she sang its praises, he underminded every point with a counter tale. Madame would resume her song without any visible reaction. And you can imagine how confused I was about these crazy Americans' funny ways. Fancy throwing a big party of sixty for a formal sit down luncheon, spending thousands of dollars and having profesional staff waiting at the spiffily set tables and the topic of conversation was a cat.
Then as I patiently listened on I realised it was no ordinary cat. It was a cat that had mastered the art of crossing roads at zebra crossings. It actually would look left, right and left again after all traffic stopped. Mind boggling! Later I learned that in spite of all the fire and smoke of the Master, he actually was very fond of the cat. Why was that so? Well, because after the cat started ruling the house, the mistress had had less time, leisure and will to go for impulsive shopping. His credit card bills halved in payments and that left him much funds to acquire more rare books. Talk about the good a pet brings.
- You made him ruler over the works of your hands; you put everyone under his feet: all flocks and herds, and the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, all that swims the paths of the sea. -
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